Awareness (32) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Awareness (32)



Lately
When sleep has such immense fissures,
I hear the quiet stranger
That is curled in my body.
He counts the coins of dream in my hand.
He says: give them to the poor.


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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com

Monday, April 23, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: awareness
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